Letras
When will we drop?
We're living off crumbs in a world made of bread
The water springs
The sacred and holy that comes with a lottery win
The day the fire calls our name
The day of theory's end
We'll see who's the one left to take the blame
Singled out, pointed out
I'm getting tired of that
Kneeling and repenting over my mistakes
All this loudness, all this madness
I'm the addict here, waiting to be silenced by your holy wine
They're fishing out souls in an ocean of fools
Who are you true to?
The leather you wear
The skin of a bear; he would wear you too
They're fishing out the soul in you
You're out of all
The only one we want to come over, you
Singled out, pointed out
I'm getting tired of that
Kneeling and repenting over my mistakes
All this loudness, all this madness
I'm the addict here, waiting to be silenced by your holy wine
How?
How mad is the road to be sober?
I'm drunk with all over
How old?
How long?
Tell me how, tell me how much longer this wine just sits older
How old?